So my fiance put up an entry explaining he's been in the hospital. To be honest, he wasn't even going to go at first, thinking things just mildly agitated in the body. It's a good thing a proactive decision was made, not to schedule a doctor's appointment the next day, not to wait a week or more for the doctor to have an opening in his busy schedule, but for us to go straight to the ER.

What he isn't mentioning in his post is that a fatty strip of tissue wound itself around the appendix and died, which was quickly leading into gangrene. The appendix wouldn't had to've been removed at all if the fatty strip hadn't died right on top of it and affected it. The doctors say these strips twisting themselves so hard they die happens rarely, but twisting around the appendix by coincidence is even rarer.

All I can say is I'm glad it was caught soon enough that it didn't have a chance to go gangrenous AND give him appendicitis. Because when it takes almost a second day for the surgeons to make a spot for you, gangrene is not something you want to play time games with.

Other than that awful drama, he's home and resting now. I'm making sure to fatten him up with three healthy squares a day, and other than being in much pain and being exhausted because of this, he seems in high spirits, and the color's back to his face.

Honestly though, waiting could have killed him. Because, though appendicitis makes itself very obvious very quickly with distinct pain and fever, this wasn't appendicitis, and the signs were unclear. It's something that creeps up on you, slowly poisons the body over days, gives no indication of anything acutely severe other than potential digestive pains, and that makes it even worse. Because you feel it might be nothing but last night's corn and chicken and that you're silly for going to the ER for potentially a stomach ache. I lost one family member to this belief years ago, and from the grapevine, about to lose another. Please take your body's messages to you seriously.


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